66: Chapter 66 has some great news to share!!

Three heads poked in—it was NingNing, Kim Minjeong, and Karina. The three were clearly jogging over, their breathing slightly hurried. They were first startled by the room full of Girls Generation seniors, especially seeing Taeyeon Unnie, Sunny Unnie, and others present, causing them to nervously bow and greet them.

"Annyeonghaseyo! Seniors!" The uniform voices carried the unique respect of trainees.

But when their eyes landed on Jiang Zhiyu, Kim Minjeong's eyes instantly lit up, much like a puppy wagging its tail at its owner, filled with pure joy and trust. NingNing blinked curiously, sizing up this slightly unusual scene. Karina stood in the middle of the two, her demeanor steady, but her eyes also revealed curiosity.

"Come over," Jiang Zhiyu beckoned to them, his tone gentle, "Don't be nervous, there's just a performance segment I'd like your help understanding."

The three walked in on tiptoe, stood against the wall, and behaved properly.

Jiang Zhiyu walked in front of them, first nodding at Karina and NingNing, then focusing his main firepower on Kim Minjeong. He leaned down slightly, bringing his line of sight level with hers, his voice softening, carrying a sort of seductive, persuasive magic:

"Minjeong-ah, Oppa has a... well, a very challenging but also very interesting character setting here. An angel, who, due to a magic mishap, had a slight deviation in the way she descended."

Kim Minjeong immediately straightened her back, nodded seriously, and watched Jiang Zhiyu without blinking, as if she wanted to devour every word he said. That look of total concentration and 100% trust made NingNing next to her couldn't help but secretly curl her lip (Inner OS: Here we go again, Minjeong Unnie's idiot puppy mode).

"This angel, she's confused but kind; often messes things up, but is always trying to make up for it; most importantly," Jiang Zhiyu paused, his voice carrying a captivating charm, "She has a kind of... well, innocent yet persistent courage. Even in the most embarrassing situations, she will try to maintain her 'Angel Dignity' and believe she can help others."

What he described perfectly matched certain unpolished traits in Kim Minjeong's personality—hardworking, earnest, sometimes a bit clumsily persistent, and that simple trust.

Kim Minjeong's eyes grew brighter, her little face flushed with excitement and immersion, and she nodded vigorously: "I, I think I can understand a little!"

"Very good," Jiang Zhiyu patted her shoulder approvingly (Kim Minjeong immediately stood straighter like an encouraged soldier), "Then, now Oppa needs you to imagine a specific scene to help Yoona Noona understand the 'core state' of this character."

He avoided specific keywords like "toilet," "flushing," and "crawling out," instead using more abstract, "safer" descriptions:

"Imagine you are an angel who just experienced a rather undignified... landing. The location might be a bit damp, a bit narrow, catching you off guard, and your image is a bit disheveled. But!"

He emphasized his tone, gesturing with both hands:

"You adjusted quickly! You used a small restoration magic to instantly make yourself dry and tidy! Then, you face this... human friend who might be scared by you or still in shock."

Jiang Zhiyu's gaze guided Kim Minjeong to look at a point in the void, as if Kim Hyo-soon were standing there.

"What are you going to say to her? With what kind of posture and tone?"

Kim Minjeong was completely immersed in the scenario Jiang Zhiyu had built. She frowned slightly, thinking hard, and then, tentatively, imitating the "hands on hips" pose Jiang Zhiyu had mentioned, though her movements were a bit clumsy and shy, her chin lifted slightly, trying to act "arrogant," but her voice was still soft:

"Um... I, I am here to help you fulfill your wish! Don't be afraid!" After finishing, she blushed in embarrassment first, her eyes drifted, but she forced herself to puff out her chest.

Jiang Zhiyu immediately applauded, his expression incredibly sincere: "Yes! That's the feeling! That 'although it was a bit embarrassing just now, I'm serious' vibe! Minjeong-ah, you've grasped the essence!"

Kim Minjeong was dizzy from the praise, the blush on her face becoming more obvious, but the light in her eyes was even more admiring and trusting.

NingNing, watching this scene, had an expression that had changed from curiosity to "I think I understand something but I dare not say it." She tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with a silent scream of "Minjeong Unnie, wake up! Zhiyu Oppa is digging a hole for you!" However, Kim Minjeong could not receive her signals at all.

Karina frowned slightly. She was more sensitive than Kim Minjeong and vaguely felt that Zhiyu Oppa's description was a bit too "abstract" and "beautiful," seemingly deliberately omitting key, specific, and unfavorable details. But seeing Jiang Zhiyu's flawless, gentle smile and Kim Minjeong's look of complete trust, she remained silent for the time being.

"However, a declaration alone is not enough," Jiang Zhiyu struck while the iron was hot, continuing to "guide," "We still need foreshadowing, we need that moment before the angel 'restores her dignity,' which is the instant of 'using the drying spell.' Minjeong-ah, can you imagine it? You're soaking wet, very uncomfortable, and then you use magic—"

He made a finger-snapping gesture, " 'Snap'! Instantly dry! That expression change of relief and regaining control?"

Kim Minjeong nodded vigorously, then actually closed her eyes, brewing the emotion. She first hunched her shoulders, looking a bit cold and uncomfortable, her brows slightly furrowed, and then, she opened her eyes suddenly, imitating Jiang Zhiyu's snapping gesture, and a slightly silly but very earnest smile bloomed on her face, mixed with "Done!" and "I can do it again!"

"Dried!" She even added a sound effect for herself in a low voice.

"Pfft—" NingNing finally couldn't hold it back, quickly covering her mouth, but her shoulders were already shaking. Looking at Kim Minjeong's earnest and clumsy performance of "re-gaining confidence after being wet," and then connecting it to Jiang Zhiyu's highly likely "shocking" complete script... She suddenly felt that Minjeong Unnie seemed to have... previewed something incredible?

Karina also couldn't help but raise her hand to cover her mouth, looking at Jiang Zhiyu with complex eyes. Why did Zhiyu Oppa's "guidance" feel increasingly familiar?

Jiang Zhiyu was very satisfied with Kim Minjeong's performance. He turned to Im Yoona with an expression of "Look, young people are just talented, they get it instantly," as if saying: This is the prototype of the character, so vivid!

However, just as he was preparing to further "sublimate" this "successful teaching," or simply let Kim Minjeong try a complete and coherent performance—

Im Yoona, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally spoke.

Her voice was unhurried, carrying an unquestionable gentleness, but it was like a precise scalpel, slicing open the vague, beautiful "teaching atmosphere" that Jiang Zhiyu had carefully created.

"Wait a moment, Jiang Zhiyu xi."

Im Yoona walked forward two steps, stood next to Kim Minjeong, gave a comforting smile to the confused and slightly shy Kim Minjeong, and then looked up at Jiang Zhiyu.

Her smile was still sweet, but there was a hint of elder-like seriousness and "disapproval" in her eyes:

"Before letting the kids, especially Minjeong who is so earnest and trusts you so much, 'demonstrate' or 'understand' the character for you..."

She paused, her eyes slowly sweeping over the script still spread out on the table, lingering for a moment on words like "toilet," "flush," and "rainbow candy halo."

Then, she looked back at Jiang Zhiyu, her voice clear, asking word by word:

"Shouldn't you, first let them see—the complete, specific—script?"

"After all," Im Yoona tilted her head, her eyes crystal clear, "To let the kids help, you have to let them know what exactly they are helping with, right?"

"Especially regarding the humidity, narrowness, and potential 'water impact experience' of the 'landing site,' as well as the prerequisite for the 'drying spell'... These 'details,' in the script, should all be written very clearly, right?"

As her words fell, the entire conference room fell into silence again.

But this silence was different from the previous few times.

It was a silence filled with subtle tension, right before the truth was about to be revealed.

Kim Minjeong blinked in confusion, looking at Im Yoona, then at Jiang Zhiyu, not understanding why the atmosphere had suddenly changed.

NingNing's eyes widened instantly, and the "I get it" expression on her face turned into "I knew it!" horror and... a hint of excitement at watching a show?

Karina's brows furrowed even tighter. She was almost certain that the script absolutely contained "key" content that had been deliberately omitted by Zhiyu Oppa.

And Jiang Zhiyu's calm smile, under the gaze of Im Yoona's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and under her questions that hit the point, finally... froze completely.

He seemed to have... lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet, and perhaps... dragged the "loyal puppy" into the pit as well?

Im Yoona's words, "Look at the script first," were like a thunderbolt, splitting the mist of the "vague teaching demonstration" that Jiang Zhiyu had carefully constructed, and also splitting Kim Minjeong's puppy eyes, which were full of trust and confusion, into even more bewilderment.

"Sc... script?" Kim Minjeong subconsciously repeated, her gaze drifting involuntarily to the stack of papers by Jiang Zhiyu's hand. An instinctive vigilance, awakened by the senior, made the light of pure "whatever Zhiyu Oppa says is right" in her eyes begin to flicker slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu's breathing hitched imperceptibly. The mask of "gentle mentor" on his face showed extremely fine cracks, but he immediately covered it up with a more fluent speed and gestures: "Ah, the script, of course! Of course, we must look at the script! However, Yoona Noona, we are currently conducting a kind of... well, open performance workshop, focusing on capturing the charm of the character and immediate reactions. Preconceived notions from reading specific text descriptions sometimes limit the children's spiritual expression..."

As he spoke, his body moved unobtrusively, trying to block Kim Minjeong's view of the script, while quickly signaling NingNing and Karina—that look mixed the hints of "help Oppa smooth things over" and "I'll buy you chicken legs later."

However, the signal NingNing received seemed to have a strange deviation.

Or rather, from the moment Jiang Zhiyu took out his phone to summon them, to Kim Minjeong's silly "wet body drying hands on hips" performance, NingNing's "gossip radar" and "Chinese internet surfing experience" had already allowed her to piece together a highly ominous but incredibly reasonable guess. At this moment, seeing Jiang Zhiyu's obviously guilty evasion and hints, and Im Yoona's half-smiling expression, as if holding a trump card...

Her curiosity (or rather, a kind of desire to stir up trouble) completely overwhelmed her awe of "Zhiyu Oppa."

So, while Jiang Zhiyu's words were unfinished and his eyes were darting around, NingNing made a move that no one present expected.

Relying on her petite and agile figure, taking advantage of Jiang Zhiyu's back being turned and his attempt to use his body to block, she darted to the conference table in one step, and with lightning speed, stretched out her arm, "Whoosh," and precisely snatched the top few pages of the script—exactly the detailed storyboard description containing the "toilet landing," "flushing in circles," "rainbow candy halo," and the subsequent "drying declaration"!

"Wow! Let me see what makes Yoona Unnie care so much!" NingNing said loudly in her unique, slightly sticky yet lively tone, actually unable to wait to look down.

Her eyes quickly scanned those bolded scene descriptions and the action instructions in parentheses.

[Location: Old bathroom, toilet close-up.] [Angel Lim Ying-er (played by Im Yoona) due to a magic mishap, precisely gets stuck in the U-bend of the toilet with a holy posture...] [Kim Hyo-soon (played by Lee Tima) expressionlessly presses the flush button three times...] [Angel rotates at high speed in the toilet under the powerful water flow... (Special effect: Halo flies out, spraying rainbow candy symbolizing dizziness and vomiting)] [Angel escapes in a sorry state, soaking wet, uses drying spell to instantly recover...] [Angel puts hands on hips, proudly declares: "Foolish mortals! I am the messenger to fulfill your wishes!"]

In just a few seconds, the expression on NingNing's face underwent a rapid transformation from curiosity → shock → holding back laughter → ecstasy. She suddenly raised her head, looking at Kim Minjeong who was still stunned in place, completely unaware of the situation, and still maintaining the lingering charm of a little bit of "arrogant hands on hips." Her eyes widened, and she shouted loudly in an exaggerated tone mixed with huge discovery, disbelief, and a strong desire to share (as well as a trace of schadenfreude at her fellow group member's impending social death):

"Wow~~~~!! Minjeong Unnie!!! Daebak!!!"

This shout attracted everyone's attention.

Kim Minjeong was startled by her shout and subconsciously asked back: "Ah? What's wrong NingNing? What Daebak?"

NingNing waved the script in her hand, with an uncontrollable, almost frantic smile on her face, and announced clearly, word by word:

"You are—the angel who fell into the toilet!!!"

She even used her fingers to gesture the actions of "falling in" and "getting stuck."

"And, and was flushed and spun around!!! Pfft hahaha—" She finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud, but immediately covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking crazily, and couldn't help but lean closer to Kim Minjeong, "complaining" in a volume she thought was very low, but in reality, everyone in the silent conference room could hear:

"Uh... looks so smelly, Minjeong Unnie! (Disgusted face)"

"..."

Dead silence.

A dead silence more thorough than any previous time.

The confusion and residual "performance state" on Kim Minjeong's face froze instantly. Her clear puppy eyes blinked slowly at first, as if her brain was processing this explosive information.

Fell into... the toilet?

Was... flushed and spun around?

So... smelly?

These few words were like rusty gears, struggling to mesh and turn in her innocent (and currently somewhat overloaded) mind.

One second later.

"Boom—!"

It was as if a mushroom cloud had exploded above her head.

Kim Minjeong's fair little face turned bright red from her forehead to the roots of her neck at a speed visible to the naked eye! Not the pink of shyness, but a deep red of extreme shock, shame, disbelief, and a violent impact on her worldview!

She snapped her head around to look at Jiang Zhiyu, her eyes wide as saucers, pupils quaking, lips trembling slightly, as meaningless "Uh... ah..." sounds escaped her throat.

That little face, usually filled with effort and trust, was now etched with a sense of brokenness that screamed, "I was tricked?", "Did I just act out falling into a toilet???", "Oppa, how could you do this!!!"

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Jiang Zhiyu's face went pale too.

He had calculated everything, but he never expected the biggest backstab to come from his "apprentice" NingNing, whom he had personally called over and thought was the most controllable!

Watching Minjeong's expression of shattered faith and extreme shame and indignation, his heart skipped a beat.

"No! Minjeong-ah! Listen to Oppa explain!"

Jiang Zhiyu lunged forward, pressing his hands onto Minjeong's shoulders (Minjeong's body stiffened), his speech as fast as a machine gun, attempting to turn the tide:

"This! This is just a script! It's artistic creation! It's meant for Yoona Noona to act out! It's a character design for Senior Yoona! It's fake! It's fictional! It's not actually making you fall in!!!"

He wished he could carve the words "Im Yoona is acting" onto Minjeong's forehead, desperately drawing a line:

"Look! She's the one making a fool of herself! Not you, Minjeong!! You were just helping me understand the character! You acted very well! Extremely vividly! But that's Yoona Noona's part! Hers!!"

To increase his persuasiveness, he even resorted to his "trump card," emphasizing in an almost "earnest" tone:

"Minjeong-ah! You are my—most—favorite—puppy!! How could Oppa let you act out that kind of thing?!"

He tried to use the title "favorite puppy," which usually turned Minjeong's mood from cloudy to sunny in an instant, to soothe her crumbling emotions and once again clarify that the "victim" was Im Yoona.

However.

In his panic, he spoke without thinking.

Or rather, he completely forgot that the true, official "victim," written in black and white on the script, was currently standing less than a meter behind him.

And, she had excellent hearing.

The moment Jiang Zhiyu's voice dropped.

A soft, yet feminine voice that sounded like ice shards scraping against glass, slowly rang out behind him, precisely capturing the "keywords" in his words:

"...Oh?"

Im Yoona took a step forward, the sound of her heels striking the floor exceptionally clear in the silence.

She walked around to the side of Jiang Zhiyu and Minjeong, tilted her head slightly, looked at Jiang Zhiyu's side profile as he sweated and scrambled to explain, and then stared at him without blinking with those stunningly beautiful eyes.

On her face, that smile—sweet to the extreme, yet also dangerous to the extreme—reappeared.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice still soft, but with a hair-raising, word-for-word clarity:

"Jiang, Zhi, Yu, xi."

"You just said..."

"'The one making a fool of herself is me'?"

She repeated these four characters softly, as if savoring their meaning.

Then, she smiled, a smile as bright as midsummer sunshine, yet the depths of her eyes were frozen with Siberian ice:

"Could you please... explain in more detail, what is meant by—"

"'The one making a fool of herself is me'...?"

Every word was like a small hammer, gently tapping against Jiang Zhiyu's already crumbling psychological defenses.

In the conference room, the air had completely solidified.

Minjeong's shame and indignation were frozen on her face, NingNing's wild laughter stiffened at the corners of her mouth, Karina sighed while covering her forehead, and the other members of Girls Generation had eyes as wide as searchlights, even their breathing softening.

And Jiang Zhiyu, his hand resting on Minjeong's shoulder, froze.

He slowly, extremely slowly, turned his head.

He met Im Yoona's smiling eyes, which seemed capable of freezing his very soul.

He opened his mouth.

He realized that he seemed... completely, at a loss for words.

The pit seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, and... this time, it seemed he had completely buried himself inside.

Im Yoona's remark, "Are you actually reluctant to see Unnie make a fool of herself, or are you reluctant to let go of your Oppa's creative idea?", was like a double-edged sword, both precisely striking Minjeong's confused yet inexplicably stubborn little thoughts, and making Jiang Zhiyu experience once again what it meant to be caught between a rock and a hard place.

Minjeong was asked so pointedly she almost evaporated on the spot, and could only clutch Jiang Zhiyu's shirt hem tightly, hiding most of herself behind him, exposing only a tiny, flushed ear tip, holding her breath, not daring to respond.

The atmosphere in the conference room, due to Minjeong's unexpected "defense" and the resulting immense shame, fell once again into a kind of subtle stagnation mixed with absurdity and awkwardness.

Jiang Zhiyu felt the slight trembling and tugging force coming from behind him, his heart filled with mixed emotions—this "puppy's" intention to defend him was touching, but why did it feel like the more she defended him, the more the fire burned onto him?

Im Yoona looked at Minjeong's quail-like appearance, the playfulness in her eyes deepening, but she seemed to temporarily let this "two-faced" little trainee go, turning her gaze instead to the culprit, Jiang Zhiyu.

She crossed her arms, spoke with composure, her tone carrying a hint of teasing, as if to say, "Let's see what else you can come up with": "Since Producer Jiang feels the previous plan 'damages the actor's dignity' and is 'heartbroken' to delete it, while our little Minjeong seems to be reluctant to let go of your 'creative idea'..."

She paused, her smile unchanged, but her eyes held a hint of mischief:

"How about this, let's brainstorm. Minjeong-ah,"

She suddenly called her name, frightening Minjeong so much that she shuddered violently, her hand clutching the shirt hem tightening even more, revealing only a small part of her flushed face, her eyes looking timidly at Im Yoona.

"You design one that fits the 'clumsy angel' setting, is sufficiently comedic, but..." Im Yoona deliberately emphasized her tone, adding with a smile, "...won't make me 'make a fool of myself,' how about that?"

"Eh?! Me, I design it?!" Minjeong was completely dumbfounded, shaking her head like a rattle, "No, no, Senior Yoona! I, how could I dare... I, I can't..."

She was so anxious she was incoherent, only able to desperately shrink behind Jiang Zhiyu, wishing she could turn into a button on his shirt.

Jiang Zhiyu felt the immense pressure coming from behind him (both physical and psychological), knowing that if he let this "puppy" continue to be interrogated, she might really cry.

He had to immediately, right now, come up with a new plan that could divert the fire and calm (at least on the surface) Im Yoona's "anger."

In a flash, a "brilliant" (in his own opinion) idea flashed through his mind—since the "toilet" was too shocking and "appearing out of thin air" was too ordinary, why not take a compromise?

Something with a bit of physical comedy, but relatively "safe"?

Almost without careful consideration, he blurted out: "How about this!"

He looked at Im Yoona, then glanced at Lee Tima, who was sitting in the sofa area, constantly in a state of "Who am I, where am I, should I continue eating potato chips?", and announced in a tone of "Look, how reliable this idea is": "How about this—the angel's entrance, let's choose to have it on Kim Hyo-soon's bed!"

"Ah?" More than one person let out a sound of confusion.

Jiang Zhiyu explained enthusiastically: "Late at night, Kim Hyo-soon finishes a day of work and study, returns exhausted to her cramped semi-basement room, collapses onto her only small single bed, and is almost instantly about to fall asleep. Just then—"

He gestured in the air with both hands, creating an atmosphere: "The space above her bed begins to fluctuate and glow without warning! A holy melody faintly plays! Immediately after, with a soft 'pop' (or a funnier sound effect, like a fart? Never mind, that might be too much), Lim Ying-er, wearing a gorgeous angel dress and halo, appears out of thin air!"

He paused, throwing out the key "punchline": "Then, because the calculation of the position was wrong—or simply because the magic went wrong again—she doesn't gracefully hover, nor does she steadily stand by the bed, but instead..."

Jiang Zhiyu made a "falling" gesture, a smile of successful mischief on his face: "—She falls straight, landing solidly onto the just-lying-down, completely unprepared Kim Hyo-soon!"

"Imagine that scene!" He said, getting more and more excited, "Kim Hyo-soon is hit and lets out a muffled groan, almost losing her breath. And the angel Lim Ying-er tries to scramble up from her, her huge wings potentially slapping Kim Hyo-soon in the face, the halo possibly crooked from the impact, but even so, she still tries hard to maintain that 'I am a holy messenger' sense of solemnity, yet ends up even more ridiculous because of her awkward posture!"

He felt this idea was simply perfect: it had the comedic effect of physical contact (similar to the classic "person falling onto a bed" trope), the location was safe (a bed), the level of awkwardness was moderate (hitting someone), and it retained the core setting of the angel being "unlucky upon arrival."

He looked expectantly at Im Yoona, waiting for her feedback.

However, before Im Yoona could speak.

A voice, cold yet filled with obvious astonishment and speechlessness, rang out from the Girls Generation camp.

It was Taeyeon.

She seemed to be "shocked" by this new plan, to the point where she forgot her expression management, wearing an "are you serious" expression, and blurted out: "Tima will be crushed by Yoona, won't she!"

Her tone was so natural, her concern so genuine, as if she were truly considering the physical damage of a nine-year-old (in appearance) little girl being hit by an adult woman (angel form) falling from the sky.

"..."

The conference room fell into an eerie silence once again.

Everyone's gaze instantly turned in unison toward Im Yoona.

The expression on Im Yoona's face, which had been relatively calm, completely solidified the moment she heard Taeyeon's words, "She will be crushed by Yoona, won't she."

The curve of her sweet smile stiffened at the corners of her mouth.

Her beautiful eyes first widened slightly, carrying a hint of confusion, as if she hadn't heard clearly, or couldn't believe what she had heard.

Immediately after, that confusion was quickly replaced by a complex emotion mixed with shame, annoyance, shock, disbelief, and "Unnie, what are you saying?!"

Her cheeks, at a speed visible to the naked eye, flushed with two extremely faint, yet unusually obvious, spots of red.

It wasn't the explosive red of shame and indignation like Minjeong's, but an annoyed crimson from being unintentionally (?) offended, involving the subtle dignity of a woman.

She snapped her head around to look at Taeyeon, who still had a confused expression of "Did I say something wrong?", her voice slightly raised due to the emotional fluctuation, carrying a hint of rare reproach and disbelief: "Un—nie—?!"

This "Unnie," with its long-drawn-out tail, contained a wealth of information: Are you saying I'm heavy?! Are you worried I'll crush a child?! What kind of image do I have in your heart?! Is this the kind of thing that can be said in front of so many people?!

Taeyeon was stunned by Im Yoona's look, not yet realizing what she had said wrong: "What's wrong, Yoona? Didn't I say it right? Tima is indeed still small..."

Im Yoona took a deep breath, interrupting her, her voice not high, but every word sounded like it had been soaked in ice water: "Unnie, you just said... 'Although Yoona isn't heavy'?"

She paused, her gaze locked tightly on Taeyeon, a cold smile curling at the corners of her mouth: "So... in Unnie's heart, the point I was worried about just now, or rather, the point raised as a 'dangerous factor'..."

Her gaze slowly shifted downward, landing on herself, then raised again to look at Taeyeon, her eyes sharp: "Is my—'weight'?"

"Does Unnie think... I would, because I'm 'too heavy,'... 'crush' Tima?"

"..."

Taeyeon: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Taeyeon opened her mouth, trying to explain: "No! Yoona-ah, I didn't mean that! I meant the impact force! The gravitational acceleration of the fall! And Tima's ability to withstand it! It has nothing to do with your weight! No, wait, it has something to do with it, but not that relationship! Oh my!"

The more she explained, the messier it got, her face turning red with anxiety.

She was only making it worse.

Im Yoona's eyes became even more "nuclear-friendly."

Tiffany couldn't help but bury her head in Sunny's shoulder, her shoulders shaking wildly.

Hyoyeon slapped her thigh, laughing silently until she was almost convulsing.

Yuri and Sooyoung pinched each other's hands, desperately holding back the urge to burst into laughter.

Seohyun tried hard to maintain a serious expression, but the twitching at the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

The two juniors, NingNing and Karina, watched with jaws dropped, not expecting that coming to watch the excitement would allow them to witness an internal "bloodbath" regarding "weight" within Girls Generation.

If the previous intent toward Jiang Zhiyu's script was "nuclear-friendly" murderous intent, then now, toward her own Unnie's "unintentional remark," she felt a sense of injury mixed with shame, absurdity, and "Even you are like this?!"

She, Im Yoona, Girls Generation's visual, a textbook example of figure management, would one day, while discussing a script, be worried about "being too heavy and crushing a young actor"?!

This was simply... outrageous!

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Im Yoona's expression, which felt like a storm was brewing, then at Taeyeon, who was anxious and incoherent, and then felt the atmosphere in the conference room plummet to freezing point and the look in everyone's eyes that said "This time we are really done for"...

He suddenly felt that his "descent on the bed" proposal, it seemed... wasn't that safe either.

No, it was even more dangerous!

He now not only had to face an Im Yoona who was irritated by the "toilet script" and the "making a fool of herself theory," but also an Im Yoona who was furious from being unintentionally "weight-shamed" by her own leader... and a leader, Taeyeon, who tried to defend her younger sister (?) but was accidentally injured.

How did this plot end up going so sideways?!

Jiang Zhiyu silently took another small step back.

Minjeong behind him also shrank back.

And NingNing had already covered her mouth again, but the excited light in her eyes was practically overflowing.

Today in this conference room, it was really... too exciting!